Malivore Myth Novels & Stories

She asked, encouragingly of him, "...sooo, tell me, professor Mourhollow… if the harpies all whisper about werewolves as monsters, why do I sense you don't agree?" Sheepish and shy as ever, Corvin's mouth curved in that faint and knowing way of his. "Simple, really. That's because all myths and legends are true, but so often they come from misunderstandings. You know how court mothers frighten their fledglings with tales of werewolves gone mad, tearing through villages?"

“And you liked it just as much as I did.” “No.” She had to deny it to keep her sanity. What would happen to her world if she suddenly had to admit that she liked, no, loved sleeping with a vampire? Everything around her would crumble. Creatures like him shouldn’t—couldn’t!—exist. Vampires were myth, folklore—stories to tell around a campfire to scare people. They only lived in the movies, never in real life. Every child knew that! Just as everybody knew there was no Easter Bunny. This couldn’t happen. None of this could be true. Denial was the only way to go.

I gasped in shock at her words. Valtek was a myth. A story told to naughty children to prevent them from acting up. An elite force created by werewolves to create order and prevent our selfishness from overtaking our humanity. For years many have set out to prove its existence and have continuously failed, yet here stood Maya claiming to be part of its guild.

I mumbled. "You're so stupid! You walked right into a lion's den and you almost paid with your life!" he dictated and his expression was stern. "I-I was just trying to make a living. To earn money and build my career. I didn't know any better." I defended myself. Timothee raised an eyebrow, "You didn't know any better? That's exactly the problem. You're naive, Malia Morris. But I'm willing to help you if you accept my offer."

When i told them about the illusion of the door that i saw back in the closed room they all had a perplexed expressions on their face. “Whats so shocking about it?” “I never heard of such magic before,” Alex replied. “Neither the vampires nor werewolves have the power of illusions.” Myles said. “Maybe elves or wizards?” i asked. “Umm… they don't exist Rebecca. That's just folklore.” myles replied. “They dont? Oh!” i said. I once thought werewolves and vampires were folklore too. I wouldnt be surprised if a dragon hatches out of a rock in front me.

Because if we didn’t, we would drown in misery. I am Maiveline Underwood. People call me Maive. I am the daughter of Christopher Underwood, a man the whole town whispers about. They say he’s dangerous. They say he’s cursed. But I know him—he’s not. He’s just a father who loves his children. People also say my mother, Velaia, was a witch. I refuse to believe them. To me, she was just Mom. The one who should have been here. The one we desperately needed.

Relieved a little, Molly sat down beside him and replied truthfully, "He said you were poisoned by a venomous insect. You can consider it as some kind of voodoo." "Venomous insect?" Sean furrowed his brows. In his impression, he had only read about that kind of thing or seen it in films. It seemed to only exist in legends. It was a myth. Molly read his mind and retold Mr. Ballard's words. "According to Mr. Ballard, he has seen the same symptoms before. He's sure that it's voodoo, or Love Curse to be exact." "Love Curse?" Sean turned serious. Molly nodded and shared the relevant information with him.

Tasha is about to open her mouth to contradict him when he says, “Tasha, listen to me. Carl wants the book for the ritual but did you find anything about the incarnation ritual in it?” “No. That’s why I am confused.” “Of course. It’s because it’s a myth.” “Vampires are also a myth according to common people,” she says reasonably, “how do you know it’s not true?” “Because I started that myth,” he says simply. “You started it? I don’t understand. Why? How?”

How could I miss that,” She breathed. ”And how do you fix it?” James asked in a harsh tone. Malia's eyes widened and her head shook. ”I- I don’t know,” she said helplessly. She was only a child when she was turned, she didn't know much, if anything, about the vampires, and all she did know she had told us already before the war broke out. ”There is no way to help her,” Raven said and all our heads turned to face her. ”The poison isn't something that one can be cured of, it is meant to kill people slowly and painfully. It’s a form of torture, not all vampires have that trait,” she said and licked her lips before clenching her jaw.

Her knees buckled and her vision blurred with tears. Malia gasped, laughing through the pain, her breath fogging in the chilly air, the sound ragged. "Yes, daddy," she cooed, then begged, "Ram that big, fat black cock into my tiny tight, white pussy. I lied. I have never seen a dick that huge. Neither has mom. I can't wait to compare notes with her. Tell her what a good fuck you are." Reality was settling in. This was happening. Ben wasn't stopping. Malia thought bringing up her mom might help make Ben reconsider, but her loud mouth had finally caught up with her.